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The Darktown Social Betterment 5'ciety 

CHARACTERS 

Ebexezer Goodfellow, President of the Society. 
Rastus Blinkers, Secretary of the Society. 
Ephraim Snodgrass, Afflicted with hoils. 
Pete Simmons. Leader of the Quartet. 
Julius Caesar Shinbone, the Village Doctor. 
Samuel Adams Jackson, the Village Postmaster. 
Elijah Elihu Sasafras ] 

RuFus BiGGERS I Other Mem!) CVS. 

Jeremiah Joseph Hardknuckle J 
Time of Playing — Thirty Miuutes. 

COSTUMES. 

Some of the members may wear old, patched clothing, others 
ill-fitting or ridiculous appearing garments. High standing 
collars with bright colored ties may be worn. 

Scene: A plain room with wooden 'bottom chairs or benches. 
A common table is at rear center at which the president and 
secretary are seated. All members except Dr. Shinbone are 
present. 



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Ebenezer. De meetin' ob de Darktown Social Betterment 
S'ciety will now come to ordah. Yo' gemmans will all fin' seats as 
soon as possible or a little sooner. 

Several. Yes, sah, we'se findin' 'em quick as we can. 

Rastus. Heah, yo' Rufus Riggers, you can't hab two chairfe. 

RuFus. Wat's de reason I can't? 

Rastus. Case dar ain't more'n enuff to go round as 'tis. 

Ebenezek. You gemmans will please restrain yo'selves from 
further exhortation. Does yo' heah? 

Several. Yes, sah, yes, sah! 

Elijah. I tink we is already fo' de show, Mr. President. 

Ephraim. Mistah President, if it don't make no diff'rence 
I'd rather do my sittin' down a standin' up. 

Ebenezer. Wat fool idea is dat? Yo' know de rules of de 
society, don't you? 

Eph. Yes, sah, I knows de rules all right, but "dar's a 
reason." 

Eben. Well, wat am de reason? 

Eph. I'll answer dat question by axin' anudder one. Hab 
yo' ebber read de Bible, Mistah President? 

Eben, I — I — I reckon I hab perused it once or twice. 

Eph. Well, den mebbe yo' has read ob a man by de name of 
Job? 

Eben. Yes, sah, I'se heard of Job. 

Eph. An' yo'se heard 'bout his great affliction, habn't yo'? 

Eben. I reckon I has. 

Eph. Well, den yo' knows jes' wat's de matter wif me. I'se 
de proud possessor ob fourteen — 

Jeremiah. Chilluns? 

Eph. Lawd no, not chilluns. I'se de proud possessor ob 
fohteen biles an' I begs to be 'sensed from settin'. 

Eben. I reckon under de circumstances; dat we'll hab to 
dispense wif de rules dis time and allow yo' to remain standin'. 
Now I'd lak to know if de membahs am all present. 



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Rastus. I reckon dey am all heah ceptin de ones wat am 
absent. 

Eben. Dat suah was a mos' brilliant remark. Ob co'se dey 
am all heah 'ceptin' de ones wat am absent. Eb'rybody wat am 
in dere right minds knows dat. Wat I wants to know is, who 
am not present. 

RuFus. Den why don't yo' say wat yo' mean? How's we 
gwine to guess at yo' meanin'? Dey am mostly all heah 'ceptin' 
Moses Peachblow and Brudder Jones. 

Eben. An' wat am de reason fo' dere absentation, I lak to 
know? Can anybody splain de reason? 

Pete, Yes, sah, I reckon I can. 

Eben. Well, den, proceed wif de splainin'. 

Pete. Yo' see, it am jes' dis way: Mistah Peachblow he done 
hab a mos' important errand to perform ober to Coonville Corners 
dis ebenin'. 

Ebex. I should say dis am a mighty poor night fo' Mr. 
Peachblow's errand. De moon am shinin' too brightly. 

Pete. Huh! Wat diff'rence does dat make? Dis am* no 
spring chicken deal. 

RuFus. Mebbe it am an old rooster or a turkey gobbler wat 
he am after. 

Pete. I should say not. It am an insult to de lady. 

Rastus. To de lady! Wat lady? 

Pete. To de lady wat he am gwine to marry — Miss Dinah 
Carolina Lilybud. 

Se\t:ral. Haw! haw! haw! Moses Peachblow gwinter 
marry Miss Dinah Carolina Lilybud. Haw! haw! haw! 

Pete. Yes, sah, dat's a fac'. He got de license dis mornin'. 

Rurus. Whar'd he get money fo' de license? 

Pete. I dunno, anyway he an' Elder Jones started ober dar 
afoot long 'bout fibe o'clock. De elder am gwinter perform de 
ceremony. 

RuFus. Golly, yo' wouldn't cotch me walkin' fohteen miles 
to marry Miss Lilybud. I wouldn't walk fohteen inches. She 
has got a form like a haystack an' a face like a crocodile. 



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Pete. 'Taint anyways likely she'd look at yo' if yo' did walk 
ober dar. 

Sam. I reckon we all done get a chicken dinnah on de 
strength ob dat. 

Eph. If de membahs am all heah wat am comin' why not 
begin de meetin'? 

Several. Dat's wat I say. 

RuFus. Dey ain't all heah. 01' Doc Shinbone ain't got he^h 
yet. 

Rastus. Suah nuff, we done fo'got de ol' Doc. 

LiGE. Well, heah he comes now. Talk erbout de debbil an' 
he's suah to be aroun'. 

(Enter Dr. Shinbone.) 

Doc. Wat's dat? Who yo callin' de debbil? 

LizE. N — n — nobody — er — dat is — I — I meant to say dat — 
er — yo' can allers heah de angels' wings a flutterin* when de 
angels am a comin'. 

Doc. Dat's different. Dat's a mighty nice way to put it. 

Sam. I say — does yo' feel anyt'ing ob yo' wings a sproutin', 
Doc? 

Doc. Dey ain't got big enufC so's yo'd notice 'em yet. 

RuFus. I wondah how dey'd look if de doctor had wings. 

Rastus. Why, suah, dey'd look like chicken wings. 

RuFus. Wat kin' of chickens? 

Rastus. I dunno^ — mebbe Plymouth Rock or Brahma rooster 
or — wat kin' was dem de jedge had tooken las' week? 

Doc. Huh! Yo' fool! How dey would look — white leghorn 
wings on a coal black niggah. 

Eben. If yo' folks am gwinter hab a meetin' heah dis ebenin* 
yo'll hab to come to ordah right away. Does yo' understand? 

Several. Yes, sah, we'se ready. 

RuFUS. Proceed wif de business, Mr. President. 

Eben. Befo' we proceed wif de reg'lar business ob de meetin* 
we will listen to a song by one ob our illustrious townsmen, 
Mr. Rufus Johnson Biggers. 

RuFus (rising). I jes' wants to say dat if my song gets too 
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de cuspidors in de cornah, or mebbe de pres'dent will excuse yo' 
from de room till yo' gets froo weepin'. De las' time I sung it 
my mother-in-law mos' cried herself to death. We had to hab a 
doctor four times a day fo' a week. 

Rastus. Say, I'll gib yo' ten dollahs to come ober to my 
house an' sing, dat song. 

RuFus. Jes' wait till yo' heah it. De title ob it is, "De Las' 
Time Dat I Saw Her Was in Watermelon Time." (Sings a comic 
negro song. Applmise may he given.) 

Eben. De nex' on de program is an article by Mr. Jeremiah 
Joseph Hardknuckle. It am entitled, "Our Village an' What It 
Needs," an' I expects Mr. Hardknuckle am gwine to tell us some 
mighty plain trufs. Mr. Hardknuckle will proceed. 

Jeremiah (rises and unrolls a huge sheet of brown paper.) 
Ladies an' gemman — or ruther, I mean de gemman of dis s'ciety: 

De Village ot^ Darktown am a bery fine place to lib in, It 
am bounded on de norf by de mill pond, on de east by Rattle- 
snake Creek, on the souf by the one-hoss railroad, an' on de wes' 
by de graveyard. Dere am leben houses in de village. We hab 
one church wif de Rev. Deuteronomy Jones fo' de pastor; one 
blacksmith shop conducted by our esteemed pres'dent, Mr. 
Ebenezer Goodfellow (cheers) ; a lil' red schoolhouse nex' to de 
church, where Miss Priscilla Simmons teaches de young, pick- 
aninny ideas how to shoot, an' den we has a grocery store an' 
pos' office under de skillful operation of Mr. Samuel Adams 
Jackson (cheers). Besides dese we mustn't fo'get our good 
doctor, Julius Caesar Shinbone, M. D., who has cured de people 
ob dis village of de stomachache, an' de backache, an' de toofache 
an' de lumbago, an' de rheumatiz, an' all de odder aches an' 
pains fo' — how long, Doctor? 

Doc. Thirty-seben yeahs nex' April. 

Jerry. Tink ob dat! He hab been dosin' out de ipecac an* 
de castor ile an' de calomel fo' thirty-seben; yeahs come nex' 
April. All honah to ol' Doctor Shinbone (cheers). 

Now I come to de second part of my discourse. Our pres'dent 
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wat am de mos' urgent rxeeds of dis village. I hab done so an' 
I herewith gibs yo' de result ob my spectifyin'. 

Eden. An' I wants yo' all to take heed an' remedy de evils 
wat he tells about. 

Jerry. In de first place I fin's dat de weeds in mos' ob our 
front yards am gettin' so tall dat dey are hidin' de fences. Dey 
am lak de faces ob some ob de membahs present heah tonight — 
dey needs de vigorous use of de bush scythe. (Several feel of 
faces.) De only place whar de weeds am not flourishin' am de 
school yard. Anudder ting dat I notice is dat mos' ob de front 
fences needs fixin' up an' dat all ob dem needs a fresh coat ob 
v/hitewash, an' while yo'se about it yo' might whitewash de 
hitchin' posts also. If some ob de church membahs would chip 
in an buy a new pane ob glass fo' de window dat am broken 'stead 
of habbin' it stuffed wif a pair of de elder's old pants it would 
look bettah fo' de village. Den I notice dat some ob de barn doors 
hab broken hinges an' are hangin' kinder promiscuously. It 
look lak de owners hab got plumb discouraged an' moved away. 
All ob de grabel sidev/alks needs a new layer ob ashes. Den all 
de ol' tin cans an' de chicken bones an' de rubbish ob all kin's 
oughter be tooken out ob de road an' dumped into de creek. If 
some ob yo' membahs wat spen's yo' time settin' roun' on nail 
kegs an' cracker barrels would tend' to de chores once in a while 
'stead ob leabin' 'em fo' yo' wives to do de looks ob dis village 
could be mightily improved. Dar's a lot mo' could be said on de 
subject, but dat's all fo' dis ebenin'. 

Eben. Yo' hab all heard de speech ob Mr. Hardknuckle an' 
I hopes yo' will apply his remarks to yo'selves. When yo' get up 
in de mronin' jes' see if de weeds need cuttin' in yo' front yard; 
if de fence an' de hitchin' post needs whitewashin' ; if de hinges 
need fixin' an' de ol' rubbish needs cleanin' up an' dumpin' in 
de creek. It am de business ob dis s'ciety to make Darktown de 
bes' village in de state. 

Pete. Mistah Pres'dent, I reckon dar ain't nobody sets roun' 
de grocery sto' no mo' dan Mr. Jeremiah Hardknuckle. He has 
set on dat same ol' soap box so much he has worn a hole right 
froo de top board. 



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Rastus. I reckon dar ain't no mo' weeds in my front yard 
dan dar be in Mr. Hardknuckle's, an' dar ain't no mo' whiskers 
on my face dan on his'n. I leab it to de s'ciety. 

Eben. We ain't got no time to examin* yo' folks' whiskers. 

Rufus. An' I jes' wanter say dat my ol' woman don't hab 
to do no mo' work dan his ol' woman. 

Jerry. All I gotter say is, if de coat fits put it on. I ain't 
mentioned no names, hab I? 

Rufus. No, sah, but yo'se insinuatin'. 

Jerry. Insinuatin' or not, long's I don't mention no names 
yo' can't say nuffin'. 

Rufus. Can't, hey? Reckon I can say much as I wanter. 

Eben. Ordah! ordah! De membahs will come to ordah or 
I shall feel obligated to throw several ob yo' out ob de do'. 

Doc. Dat's rig;ht, Ebenezer. Make 'em toe de chalk line. 

Elijah. Hadn't we bettah hab anudder song? Dey say dat 
music hab charms to soothe de wild beastes. 

Eben. Bery well, we'll hab to call on de new quartet. Mistah 
Simmons, I heah yo' am de leader. 

Pete. Yessah, I am de leader. 

Eben. Well, den, will yo' be so kin' as to render us some 
music? 

Pete. I reckon we might. Wat does yo' say, boys? 

Others. Suah, we'll gib 'em a song. 

Eben. Mebbe you'd better 'splain to 'em de object ob de 
quartet first. 

Pete. Yes, sah, I will. Yo' see, we hab disorganized our- 
selbes into a company ob singers fo' de pu'pose ob circumnavi- 
gatin' de towns an' villages in dis vicinity in de interests ob 
good music an' — 

Doc. Wat am de name ob yo' comp'ny? 

Pete. We ain't xactly named it yet. We might call It de 
Darktown Jubilee Singers. 

Eph. Or de Big Four Quartet. 

Elijah. Well, nebber min' de name. Go no wif de song. 
As Jeff Davis uster say, "Wat's in a name?" 

Pete. All right. Am yo' ready, boys? ^HH^ 



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Quartet. Yes, sah, go ahead. 

Pete. Well, den we'll sing dat new song we learned last 
week. 

(Pete, Ephraim, Rufus and Rastus form in line and sing 
any good quartet. Applause by others.) 

Sam. Dat suah was a mighty fine sample. 

Eben. De nex' ting am a proposition to be considered by dis 
s'ciety, whedder or not we shall hab a street lamp on de cornah 
by de pos* office. Dar hab been some diff'rences ob opinion among^ 
de membahs an' we hab got to settle it tonight. Am dar any 
discussions on de subject? 

Rastus. I reckon I can do some cussin' on de subject. 

Eben. I didn't say "cussin' " — I said discussin'. 

Rastus. Well, I reckon I can do bof. 

Eben. Pos'pone de first an' proceed wif de second. 

Rastus. Yes, sah. I'll proceed wif my reasons fo' not 
wantin' de street lamp. Dar won't be no privacy fo' nobody. De 
night will be jes' lak de day. De young men can't hangi roun' 
de cornah wif dere gals 'count ob de publicity ob de street lamp. 
An' if anybody happen to come home in de ebenin' wif a chicken 
or a water milyun undah his arm folks would say he done steal 
'em an' dey wouldn't see him if 'twan't fo' de street lamp. 

Sam. Dey shouldn't be totin' home chickens or watermilyuns 
under dere arms in de ebenin'. Dey should bring such tings home 
in broad daylight, den nobody don't suspect 'em. 

Rufus. An' any young gemman wat am ashamed ob his best 
gal don't deserve to hab no gal at all. Dat's my opinion. His gal 
oughter gib him de mitten. 

Rastus. I jes' lak to ax Mr. Biggers if he done his co'tin' 
in de bright rays ob a street lamp? 

Rufus. No sah. but de times am changin'. Dis am a pro- 
gressive age an' all progressive towns hab street lamps now'days. 

Doc. Mr. Pres'dent, de street lamp am a gran' t'ing if any 
ob yo' gets sick in de night an' hab to call fo' de doctor. De 
doctor don't hab to grope roun' in de dark to fin' yo' house, while 
all de time yo'se suff'rin' an' waitin' fo' de medicine. Yes, sah. 
de street lamp am all right. 



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Eph. Mr. Pres'dent, I has an objection to dat street lamp. 
I is s'prised dat nobody ain't made de same objection befo'. 

Eben. Well, wat am yo' objection? 

Eph. It am gwinter raise de taxes like ebryting, an' as yo' 
all knows de taxes am mighty high in dis town already. 

Doc. How high am yo' taxes, Mr. Snodgras? 

Eph. Well, sah, befo' dey put in dat new waterin' trough my 
taxes was thirty-free cents an' now dey's gone up to thirty-seben 
cents. It am suttinly outrageous. 

RuFus. Huh! Dey ain't so much as mine. I paid fohty- 
fibe cents las' time. 

Eph. If yo' votes fo' de street lamp dey's boun' to be mo' 
nex' time. 

RuFUS. Wat does I care fo' a nickel mo' on my taxes? I 
wouldn't a skinned my nose las' summah fallin' ober dat boss 
block if dar had been a street lamp anywhar roun'. 

Eben. Am dar any mo' remarks on de subject? 

Jerry. I jes' lak to ax who's gwinter pay fo' de juice to 
run it? 

Eben. I am pleased to state dat our esteemed pos' master, 
Mr. Jackson, hab agreed to furnish de ile if we puts it in front 
ob de pos' office. 

Doc. Dat suttinly am fair enuff. We can't fin' no fault about 
dat. 

Eben. But ob co'se we won't use it when de moon am shinin' 
lak it am tonight. 

Doc. Suttinly not. 

Eben. If dar am no mo' pros and cons we'll proceed at once 
to de votin'. De question befo' de s'ciety am dis: "Shall we buy 
a street lamp fo' de village ob Darktown, or shan't we?" All in 
favor ob it will please stan' up and all those not in favor of it 
will keep their seats. (All stand except Rastus). It am unani- 
mous 'ceptin' one vote. 

Eph. Mr. Pres'dent, I objects to de manner ob votin'. 'Tain't 
a fair shake. How's I gwinter set down wif my biles? 

Eben. We can't help yo' habin' biles, can we? Dat vote am 
gwinter stand. 



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Several. Good fo' you, Eiben. Don't gib in. 

Eben. Is dar any odder business to come befo' de s'ciety? 

Elijah. Mr. President, I jes' lak to ax yo' one question. 

Eben. Well, wat am de question yo' wants to ax? 

Elijah. It am about de school. Does a teacher hab de right 
to ax fool questions of her chilluns? 

Jerry. How's de pres'dent gwinter answer dat less he knows 
some ob de questions? 

Eben. Dat's right. Proceed wif de questions. ' 

Elijah. Heah am one: "If a man hab a hen an' a rooster 
an' dey lays one egg ebry day fo' a yeah an' a half 'ceptin' Sun- 
day, how much does de owner make if eggs are worth four 
dollars a dozen?" 

Eben. Le's see how dat goes. A man hab a hen an' a 
rooster an' dey lays one egg ebry day fo' a yeah an' a half — 

Elijah. 'Ceptin' Sundays. 

Eben. 'Ceptin' Sundays, an' he sells dem fo' four dollars 
a dozen — am dat it? 

Elijah. Yes, sah, fo' four dollars a dozen. 

Eben. I reckon dat man mus' be a millionaire by dis 
time. 

RuFTJS. Say, was dat de goose wat laid de golden eggs? 

Eben. Didn't I tole yo' 'twas a hen — jes' a common, ebry 
day sort ob hen? 

Rasttjs. Say, does yo' know who owns dat hen? 

Elijah. No sah, I doesn't, case dar ain't nobody owns it. 
It am jus' an arithmetic zample, dat's all. 

Eben. Well, den I tinks it am a fool question. Who ebber 
heard ob a rooster layin' eggs? 

Eph. An' gettin' four dollars a dozen fo' 'em. Haw! haw! 
haw! 

Elijah. Well, heah's anudder one: "If dar was fohteen nice 
big juicy watermilyuns alayin' long in a row an' a li'l' niggah 
boy come along, an' eat up one, how many would be left?" 

Doc. Huh! Dat ain't sensible. Dar ain't no niggah boy 
dat would take jes' one melon an' leab all de res', no sah. 



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Sam. — I reckon we'd bettah ax de school committee to look 
into de mattah an' see wat am de trubble wif dat teacher. 

Elijah. Dat am my 'pinion zactly. 

Pete. Well, all I'se gotter say on de subject is dat if some- 
body would show me fohteen nice juicy watermilyuns dar 
wouldn't be enuff left to feed a mosquiter fo' one meal. 

Eben. Well, if yo' is all done wid de business ob de meetin' 
we will hab anudder song by de Jubilee Quartet an' den adjourn 
sine or die twill nex' week Monday ebenin'. 

(A plantation or darkey quartet may he given hy same 
singers as before.) 

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